“Ouch, that really hurt!”
Thanks to all of my faithful readers who reached out with concern about the missing post last week. I suffered a wee accident that will be revealed later in this post. That will also explain the somewhat terse nature of this post. I’m going to rely on pictures more than words. D and I did watch a good movie this weekend – “Words and Pictures” starring Clive Owen and Juliette Binoche – an artist and a writer competing on whether words or pictures were more powerful. I recommend this movie very much. Clive Owen quoting Ian McEwan’s “Saturday” to his class is worth the price of admission.


Cat was in town again last Wednesday night and joined us for a night of jazz at the Parker Club. We really like this venue and Julie Slim was playing some French cafe style jazz, complete with accordion. She put on a great show with her band and we stayed longer than expected. Here she is doing some Cabaret:
We visited a bar across the street to watch a little bit of the World Series baseball and took this silly picture for Cat to send to Kristina. He had a splint on his finger due to arthritis – more on that later.
Next door the regular Wednesday night 80s band, the Spazmatics were playing and we couldn’t resist – a very fun band as evidenced in this video – wait for the classic D moves:
Thursday night brought the much anticipated Austin City Limits Hall of Fame Induction ceremony at the Moody Theater.

The show started with the Austin Samba Club performing in front of the stage – very New Orleans style, marching in with drums and dancing. Then Jackson Browne (one of our favourites) inducted Shawn Colvin. It was interesting to see such a seasoned performer get nervous talking to the crowd. Each of the three inductees performed 4 or 5 songs with special guests, and the musicianship was superb.
Then Jimmie Vaughan inducted and played with the amazing Buddy Guy – 83 years old and very spry and energetic. Sean Penn (also surprisingly nervous to start) inducted Lyle Lovett. Lyle won over Diana with his story telling and humour during his acceptance speech. I enjoyed Edie Brickell covering one of his songs very much. Then it was time for the grand finale with everyone on stage.

The excellent show finished after 11 and we were both hungry. It was raining outside as evidenced by Wet Willie, and 2nd bar and kitchen was closed, so we went across the street to the JW Marriott. That turned out to be a mistake.
We got seated and I headed for the restroom. On the way back the door slammed on my finger, breaking and lacerating the tip. It was dangling and looking pretty nasty. Diana very expeditiously ordered an Uber, and we headed for a night at Dell Seton Emergency Room.
Things moved slowly to reinsert my right index finger nail and stitch me up, with us ultimately discharged after 4am. What a long, frustrating night. I tried to leave a couple of times, with my wonderful wife handling me well. You’ll have to ask her for some of the more entertaining details. Also good stories about our fellow patients, and the paramedic who stopped in just to hang out with some sane folks for a bit.
My finger was numb all Thursday and so I was able to go into work in the afternoon. Not so much on Friday, woke up with some pain and then flew to California in the evening for Clorinda’s 88th birthday celebration. We enjoyed the Fairmont hotel all lit up for Halloween in downtown Austin.
I made Clorinda one of my special omelets to kick off the celebration and then we had dinner in Redwood City with friends and family. In classic form, Grammie had to get a picture of her 88 (piano birthday) candles.

While we were enjoying dinner, the power was proactively shut off in Pacifica. The old, above ground equipment had caused several massive fires and the winds were high, so while very inconvenient, also understandable.
On Sunday morning, I headed down to San Jose to meet Will, Finn and Christine for a car show at Santana Row, followed by lunch at Sino. I’ve never seen so many Lamborghinis and McClarens in one place. And then there was a classic Austin Healey among them.

It was really nice to see Finn after so long. He’s finally looking good again after all he’s been through.

And great to see him with an appetite for the yummy Sino dim sum.
Back in Pacifica, we celebrated our nephew, Massimo’s, 3rd birthday. We’re hoping he quickly grows out of his current behavior phase.

Still no power on Monday morning. Will welcomed us to his place for hot showers and power to work. It was typical Will when we dropped off the key at his office, and he brought his entire team out to meet us.
Sometimes challenges are fortuitous – the power still out meant Adamo had to cook up all his lobster tails that had defrosted – absolutely delicious.
I always enjoy the views from the Campagna property. Here are some pictures from this visit:



We flew back to Austin on Tuesday and chuckled at the wifi password in the Admiral’s Club. We’re looking forward to our Scottish trip.

Back in Austin, I visited the hand specialist on Wednesday and was scheduled for surgery on Thursday early – 5 am back at Dell Seton. All went smoothly and we were at the Carpenter for breakfast by 10am. Here’s a before (bottom left) and after picture. The wires come out on December 3rd.

We drove back to McKinney on Saturday and have been enjoying a lazy weekend.
I was able to finish three books with all the flying and downtime. “The Last Days of California” by Mary Miller is an interesting tale of a family driving cross country to California before the Rapture. The book is told through the eyes of the 15 year old, younger sister of the family.
I didn’t enjoy this as much as “Biloxi” but it was still a pleasant read, with many interesting characters and exploration of fundamentalist religious beliefs.
Next up was the Steve Forbert biography from his show. This was a joyous read with so many great music stories. He was raving about Shawn Colvin, who we saw inducted at the ACL show. His writing is very engaging and personal and really communicated the struggle of a singer songwriter.
Last was a short read from the amazing Stewart O’Nan – “Last Night at the Lobster”. I loved his “Henry, Himself” a few months ago.
This story is about the last day of a Red Lobster that is closing due to poor performance, and is told through the eyes of the manager. Having been to Red Lobster many times for kids birthday parties, and having spent a few months in the restaurant business, this resonated with me quite a bit. The characters who work there and the various parties – the office celebration, Moms with an out of control kid, and old ladies lunch group were covered perfectly.
My hand is tired, and so I’ll skip the music section this week. Should be back to weekly updates next week. Be careful out there with your digits.




our old cloud data center provider to Microsoft Azure – another activity that had been planned for a long time, and consumed a good part of our normal weekend sleeping hours. Sushi is not the best choice for Damon, who can consume massive quantities of beef for such a small, skinny guy. As a result, we got to sample a decent amount of the menu. My favourite was the maguro (big-eye tuna) with goat cheese mousse.



have very close to 5 million listens on Spotify. I’ll share another of my favourites later in the official music section. What a unique voice. Forbert has released 19 albums over the years, and so has a large catalog to draw from in performances. We ran into a couple we met at the Bill Frisell show recently, and they reported very different setlists each time they have seen him.


Diana won a pair of tickets to the game in the raffle, but neither of us was pumped about sitting in the craziness for another three hours. Like a couple of old folks, we headed home for a quiet night in. The game turned out to be a very exciting and high scoring affair, with UT ultimately defeating Kansas. That picture of D’s new shirt was taken inside a conch shell sculpture outside the UT Medical Center – she’s still very good at humouring me.
job of recording where I find the recommendations that cause me to order up books – I can’t remember what chose me to order “Post Office” by Charles Bukowski. This 1971 novel made its author famous, with the tales of a poor character who spends the majority of his working life in dead end postal service jobs. He suffers through abusive bosses, alcohol abuse, and a racetrack gambling addiction. So, not an upbeat beach read, but well written and it felt very real.
My second book was a complete departure from Post Office. “The Balcony” by Jane Delury is a multi-generational tale based around a manor and cottage in Benneville, France. I almost started to draw a family tree to keep track of all the various relatives that weave through the book over 200 years. I didn’t love the writing, which seemed to change styles with the different portions of the story, but enjoyed being immersed in French culture and language – much of it untranslated to give me a test. I don’t think I agree with all the reviewers that have been raving about this debut novel.
had to spend his birthday in Austin to work on the migration, so we took him out to a nice vegetarian dinner on Friday night at Bouldin Creek Cafe. His gift was his very own Baby Penguin, which also became our migration mascot.

Limits music festival to see Guns ‘N Roses. We were very fortunate to run into “Marcus the ticket guy” on Barton Springs, and he fixed us up with wrist bands for a very reasonable price. The wrist bands are very fancy. A few minutes later we were transported back to the classic rock of the late 1980s.




morning and had a pretty lazy day. We met up with Damon for dinner at El Naranjo. This is an Oaxacan style Mexican place that I had been wanting to try. The ceviche and duck with mole sauce were very good. Apparently over 30 ingredients go into that thick, dark mole. I have a little left over for dinner tonight, and I’m thinking it may be even better now. After all the excitement on Friday, we called it an early night.
I finally finished the 500+ page novel, “The Most Fun We Ever Had”, by Claire Lombardo. I enjoyed this book, but it did go on for a while. Here’s what NPR had to say:

Austin City Limits (ACL) is a long running and totally excellent Public Television music series filmed live in Austin. I’ve been enjoying the show for at least 20 years now. The ACL music festival was born in 2002 and has grown into a mammoth production, staged over two weekends in October. The event has 8 stages across Zilker Park and this year is October 4-6 and 11-13. 450,000 people attended last year and so you can imagine that central Austin is very busy right now.



beautiful sunny day outside, I suggested lunch on the rooftop of the Thompson hotel in the Gulch area. My wife quickly approved that plan. One of our party should have applied sunscreen prior to the walk over to the Gulch and time in the direct sun on the rooftop. I’m sure it’s difficult for you to imagine who could have been so silly.

destination – we saw so many groups riding around town in open topped buses and trailers, even a party fire truck, dancing and having a good time. At least it keeps them out of the way of folks trying to enjoy the restaurants. The book that our bill was delivered in sent us on a trip down memory lane – Beatrix Potter. I read some in my best upper crust English accent.
setting off for the madness of Broadway. This is a street similar to 6th street in Austin – one honky tonk with live music after another for 3 or 4 blocks. It was particularly packed at lunchtime on Saturday.
My navigational skills failed me again after lunch. I was trying to follow the walking directions on my phone to get to the Ryman auditorium. Diana was quite convinced we were headed in the completely wrong direction – even more annoying because I was headed uphill. Of course she was correct, and we got some unnecessary exercise in after the large lunch.










bar just off Broadway to watch the game. The Corner Pub had a massive screen showing all the games and we found a good spot in time for kickoff. What a horrible first half – nothing working for the Cowboys and everything clicking for the Packers. Ugh! The Boys pulled it together in the second half with some good play, but it was all too little and too late. What a disappointment.
Can you guess what wasn’t a disappointment on Sunday? That’s right – Marc Cohn. Mark Erelli opened the show – a very talented singer songwriter, who had recently played at the Ryman. The sound in the City Winery is really fabulous. I appreciated his song “By Degrees”, which I believe is about the need for improved gun control. Erelli showed up later to play guitar on several Marc Cohn songs – and did an excellent job on slide guitar.

She wasn’t so happy the next morning with her 4am start to get back to Dallas for a client meeting. I had a more leisurely start, time for breakfast, and even the best shoe shine I think I’ve had, before flying back to Austin.

Tuesday was a quiet work day. I was tired in the evening, had a nice swim and sauna and called it a night, after a chat with Diana who was working in Milwaukee. I was shocked to look down at the end of the call and see we’d been yacking away for almost 2 hours. I’m sure we very productively solved all kinds of problems but don’t really remember any great conclusions.









may have flu-like symptoms for 24 hours. Both turned out to be accurate. After a short workout on Saturday morning, and coffee and crossword at a new location, Once Over Coffee on South First, I had to go to bed for a few hours. A nice feature of this new coffee shop is the El Primo taco truck out front.
that they had scotch eggs on the menu. This led me to a Google search for “best scotch egg in Austin”. Which then led to Phoebe’s diner for brunch on Sunday. They call their version of a scotch egg the “Cheeky Monkey” and it was quite tasty – particularly the sausage gravy. The tater tots we shared and Diana’s crab cake benedict were also yummy.



On the drive to the restaurant, I noticed a sign on the El Mercado Mexican restaurant alerting us that John Inmon was hosting Marcia Ball as his guest. After dinner, we paid our $5 cover and enjoyed the last 40 minutes of that excellent show. John Inmon is known as one of the finest guitarists in Austin (pretty rarefied company) and hosts a different guest every Tuesday night. What a treat to see Marcia Ball with a different band and playing songs that you don’t hear in her regular sets recently. Here’s the excellent “World Full of Love”. Marcia and her friend told the story of writing this song after the last election – they were not happy with the result but turned around that sentiment into this beautiful song:

Then we had a real moment. Frampton introduced a gentleman that he’d known for a long time, but had never played with, Eric Clapton. A real one of a kind experience as they played the Beatles, “My Guitar Gently Weeps”:

I started “The Most Fun We Ever Had” by Claire Lombardo this week. The first 100 of 500 pages have been enjoyable. I suspect it’ll take me a few weeks to finish this one. The multi-generational story of a Chicago based family seems like it will provide many hours of interesting reading.
The rest of the week was mostly work and lazy evenings. Then I found something interesting for Friday evening. Reading through the Chronicle weekly newspaper, I noticed Bill Frisell playing at C-Boys Heart and Soul on Friday and Saturday evenings. A double take was necessary – Frisell is a world class jazz guitarist that I’ve enjoyed a few times in the famous New York jazz clubs, and C-Boys is a small dive bar that usually features blues and soul music. Further research on the C-Boys website confirmed that this was all on the up and up.

Frisell delivered a beautifully nuanced and quiet solo set, and the small audience seemed to really appreciate the innovative musicianship. What an unexpected treat.

leading contender for favourite Austin restaurant for both of us). We enjoyed steak tartare and an amazing rabbit and mushroom barley risotto. Cat had tried this a month ago when I took him to Peche, and I was hoping it was still on the menu. What great flavour mixes and plenty to share between both of us. Our waitress recommended a delicious French Pinot Noir that paired perfectly The owner stopped by a couple of times to check on us and I could tell he was pleased with how much we enjoyed the dish.
devices. From Opa we traveled to Aussie’s – a sports bar right next to our apartment with sand volleyball courts out back. We watched the first half of the Cowboys game there, and split a burger. I noted that this was a good place to take Tim – classic rock music playing, sports on TVs throughout and lots of burgers and other Timmy staples on the menu. You would be proud of me for sitting on the patio while it was over 90 degrees – low humidity makes it possible. I ran into a work colleague, Nick, who was on the US Olympic volleyball team until destroying his shoulder weeks before the Olympics started – he still loves everything volleyball. That’s the Catherine parking garage with the slits in the concrete from Aussie’s patio and volleyball court.
But wait, I forgot to revel in the Cowboys victory over the Washington Redskins – and another classic Jason Witten touchdown – number 70 for him, and Campbell commented that 50 of them must have been the same play – every team knows it’s coming, but none of them can defend against it.
Many miles away, Will made it to the BMW M racing school in Palm Springs. I’m looking forward to his videos and stories from the experience. He really loves his M edition BMW and I’m a bit nervous about how he’s going to be driving it through Redwood City after all this “training”.
My book this week was “Always Happy Hour” by Mary Miller. I ordered it up several months ago, and can’t remember what led me to do that. Did I read an interesting review, or get a recommendation from some other book I really enjoyed? Either way, not a good decision on my part. This is a collection of short stories, all told from the female point of view. Remind me that I really don’t enjoy short story collections as much as I think I do. I loved William McIlvanney’s “Walking Wounded” short story collection (having read it at least 3 times now), and haven’t enjoyed any collection very much since. I don’t recommend this one and I hope women don’t think like the characters in these stories. Here’s a review I found that seems positive:
Here’s a review by the local newspaper that we read and it built our anticipation of a great meal. “You may be able to replicate the black magic oil if you find the right balance of black sesame oil, garlic and morita chile, but I doubt you can make small, supple red corn tortillas like those at Suerte, or summon the alchemical powers to abracadabra tender confit brisket elevated gently with the citrus kiss of avocado. Delivered four to a plate, the brisket tacos with the toasty sauce are some of the best I’ve ever eaten in Austin. The way the chefs synthesize Texan and Mexican traditions into something wholly unique but familiar reminds me of what Lawrence Wright refers to as the third (and highest) level of cultural evolution in his recent book, “God Save Texas.””
We started with excellent cocktails and a very good ceviche, noting the excellent service. Then the famous suadero tacos with a side of Mexican street corn. Wow! Amazing combination of flavors and beautifully cooked. My only mistake was not accepting McD’s suggestion to get an extra order to go – big lesson learned. I can hear Alicia’s voice in my head: “Epic Fail”. Not a mistake – resisting the pull of the amazing Old Fashioned at Whisler’s right next door to Suerte.
I enjoyed the US Open tennis over the last couple of weeks. I was very impressed with Bianca Andreescu’s victory over Serena Williams. A 19 year old and the first Canadian to win a major tennis championship. She survived the highly partisan crowed and pressure to win a tournament that she didn’t even qualify for last year. It was fun to watch the pride from her parents as the match progressed – they emigrated from Romania to Canada in the nineties with just two suitcases.
rivalry. I wasn’t sure what to expect from our running back, Zeke, after he held out the entire pre-season for a better contract. He did ok in the first half – nothing amazing. The rest of the team looked great – with Jason Witten back from a year off commentating – and straight out of the booth into the end zone with an excellent touchdown. The score is Cowboys 21 Giants 7 at half time – a very pleasant start to the season. Hope it stays that way for the rest of the game.

Will’s contribution to the event was the ear splitting bass from his Durango, “Basswlf”. Checkout the message on the bottom of his wooden license plate. I’m not sure I would do well on this hanging stone walk.

“City of Thieves” by David Benioff was a thoroughly engrossing read this week. I’m a big fan of “25th Hour”, a Spike Lee directed movie from Benioff’s first book – he also wrote the screenplay, and was hoping this second novel would be enjoyable. It was hard to put down after the first 50 pages or so.

On arrival at the apartment, I took care of one of McD’s biggest gripes. It goes something like, “the master bedroom looks like a dorm room, with no headboard and no end tables”. A neighbor had advertised teal end tables for sale and I snapped them right up for a very reasonable price. Still waiting on a good headboard to pop up.
been dug for the foundation of the new building. Street closures to allow the running of power are now behind us as well.






Meanwhile in New York, Denny and Anne were enjoying a performance by Alejandro Escovedo, during their trip to catch some US Open tennis matches. Escovedo used to live in Austin but moved to stay in the Belmont Hotel in Oak Cliff when Austin got too expensive for working musicians.

We enjoyed brunch at Mattie’s on Saturday. This is a restaurant in an old mansion in the Bouldin Creek area – a mile or so from our apartment. The setting is amazing with lots of land, shaded by live oak trees. The food lived up to the setting – really delicious. Diana had an excellent burger and I loved my duck confit hash. After brunch, we explored the grounds and found a few peacocks and peahens roaming around.
I surprised Diana with a concert at the local One to One bar on Saturday night. This was her first visit to this music bar that I’ve enjoyed several times. The “Bee Gees Songbook” was the band performing and they did a very good job covering songs from the entirety of the Bee Gees extensive career. Here are a couple of the big hits:
Sunday was a lovely lazy day, followed by dinner at Barley Swine. We sat in the corner on the right of this picture. This is the sister restaurant to the Odd Duck, one of our local favourites. This is the furthest we’ve ventured out for a meal – a solid 10 mins or $10 Uber – that shows you how many great places there are within walking distance. We started with steak tartare and bone marrow, then amazing soup shitake dumplings, crab fundido with yummy tater tots, pork steaks, and tres leches desert cake. Wow! Another amazing Austin meal.


I finished “Man of the Year” by Caroline Louise Walker this week.

I spent the first week in Austin, while McD headed to Wisconsin for a few days. Sunrise on Tuesday was described as “crepuscular” by the TV weather guy. It was quite impressive and I looked up what that meant:
I do enjoy waking up with sunrise over downtown Austin. Meanwhile Diana was enjoying what Wisconsin had to offer – much cooler weather, and some good steakhouses (no relation to the New Orleans institution of the same name).
On Saturday morning, we caught a flight to San Francisco for a few days with family. Crosswords are a good way to pass the time, and I always enjoy the view of the Sierras with a small snow cap remaining.





surf boarding behind a ski boat in Lake Tahoe when you can’t float with a life jacket, living in a one bedroom apartment in North Beach with a baby grand and not being able to concentrate on music if the kitchen wasn’t fully organized, and making a 21 layer rice crispie cake for Adamo. For desert we chose a butterscotch pot de creme (yummy). We both enjoyed our 2 hour plus lunch experience.


















I loved the book “Henry, Himself” by Stewart O’Nan. 